He whispers softly
barely audible
His lips grazing her ear
His breath warm and moist on her neck
He murmur
As he slowly lets his weight rest on her
He whispers once again
“Does this mean you are mine”
She moans ever so quietly
A whimper the only sound she is able to make
The sound barely registering in her own ears
Barely recognizing her own voice
And she realizes as she writhes underneath him
She never wanted this moment to end
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